"Hideous" "Twisted" "Scarred" "Beastly" "Ugly" "Grotesque" "Horrifying." Darcy had heard all those words and more in her twenty three years of life, and she had even started to believe that she was nothing more than a worthless beast, cursed with a face that could induce nightmares. A fleeting hope comes in the form of a million dollar offer from a billionaire, but all too soon, she is reminded that there is no knight in shining armor for a woman like her. It's up to her to change her own fate and get her revenge on all those who abused her.
View MoreDarcyI believed in miracles. They were beautiful, rare things that everyone needed, it just depended if you trusted them or not. I didn't trust mine, if you were me you wouldn't trust it too. Rhys had gone on a trip after our awkward moment. He had made sure to leave an order not to let me out of sight. It explained why the guards were always a few feet away from me, pretending to be occupied by whatever they were doing.They were not so sleek, I knew they were watching me.It had been two days since he travelled and I missed him terribly and my heart ached terribly. I missed his touch, I missed his hugs and I definitely missed his kisses. It made the emptiness even more evident.Even worse than missing him I felt lost without him, my mind went blank whenever the door closed behind me, my heart ached and my body trembled in anticipation.I was losing my mind, I had lost it, it was pathetic. I had fought it for too long, in as much as I had denied it, I had to be truthful to myself f
RhysShe didn't say she loved me back or anything, she was just angry.I felt selfish for not thinking about her, for just wanting her to keep the baby.I went back into my office and worked relentlessly on the papers throwing my anger and frustration into it It helped, but not enough. My insides growled with fury, I could hear the constant bashing of my anger’s teeth, I needed to control it or it would scare Tessa. I knew she was having problems, the new news about the baby was probably making her more anxious than usual but there wasn't any need to panic. I almost let out humourless laughter at the thought of that. Here I was having the toughest mental battle and I was thinking of Tessa and the fetus. Thinking about not wanting to scare her, I didn't want to hurt her, something was welcoming about her arms, her soft warm body, I loved being close to her, she smelled like heaven and she calmed me down, no one could ever do that. No one could be as strong and brave and passionate a
Darcy“Do you not want this baby?” Rhys asked me as I looked down at my stomach which was still flat.His eyes were focused on me and there was no place to hide in his eyes. If it was me then I might have had the strength but looking into a face that could kill you without even raising their hand. Okay I was exaggerating.But I didn't think he understood me, he wouldn't understand me.“I don't know Rhys, I don't what to do. I don't want to raise a child like this. I mean what we have is built on lies. You sometimes act irrationally, and I do that too. I don't even know what this is” I gestured to my stomach and his eyes fell to it before he looked back up into my face.My hands felt cold and clammy but it was so hot outside it was getting hard to tell who it was feeling cold. And why am I sweating? “I understand you. You have every right to feel the way you but we can make things right” he said with confidence.And that made him sound so real. It was almost convincing enough to conv
RhysI woke up to myself on the bed, there was no sign of the golden skin beside me, there was no hair sprawling out over the pillow next to me, and no one snoring lightly in bed beside me. I sat up in confusion. Where were the colorful walls and windows? It took me a while to register that I was in my room, I had not gone back to Tessa's room, I must have slept off and didn't return to Tessa’s room.“I am awake Claire” she answered from inside.I didn't say it was not Claire, I opened the door and went in.She had her back turned to me, and was sitting on the edge of the bed, a canvas was in front of her. She was holding a book and she had a pen sticking out her mouth. I couldn't help but chuckle at the sight. It would have been cute if I didn't still feel guilty.She looked up.“Oh, it's you,” she said calmly.Her attention was back on the book, and she was focused. Her brows creased slightly in concentration.“Why are you reading so early?” I asked to walk closer to her, I wanted t
DarcyI had lost count of the number of times Rhys and I had sex. In his bedroom, in mine, in his bathroom, in mine, on the walls of our rooms, on the floors of our room, on the couch in my bedroom, one time in my favorite spot in the garden during one cold night and even in his car.We did everything, anything. It was amazing, the way he took me, how he touched me, how he knew exactly where my most sensitive spots were, and how he would always use those exact spots to send me over the edge. He always knew how to work me over. He knew exactly which part of my body he could make me scream or how to elicit any other sound I have in me.I loved it all. It was fun.It was wild.It was something that made our bodies shake uncontrollably. Every time it felt like the first time all over again.And that was always a rush. I loved it.The way that he made me feel sexually, the way that he gave me sensations.But I couldn't express how I have felt for the past few days. I got tired of doing n
Rhys Sex with Tessa was magic, it was enchanting and I wouldn't lie about not being intoxicated. It felt like the first time whenever our bodies met, I didn't seem to get enough, I didn't want to get enough, I couldn't. Nothing was worth hearing like her moans and soft screams, her pleas for more and more I gave, more I craved.I had gotten home from securing a new position at the fund raisers meeting. I felt uneasy, everything was making me uneasy and I was suddenly worried about Tessa. Was she alright? She wasn't in her room “Where is Tessa?” I asked, I watched as the maids rushed through what they were doing before their eyes turned to Tessa.“She hasn't been in here today, I gave her some books she is probably reading them” Claire finally spoke up.She must be in her favorite part of the garden. I smiled at the memory of taking her in that same place, muffling her moans with kisses while the cold breeze caressed our skins.It was then I heard screams, from females, it sounded l
DarcyHe had brought me to sit on his lap as he wiped my tears away, my buttcheeks hurt so bad as he forced me to sit, knowing how much it would sting.“Will you disrespect me again, Tessa?” he asked almost gently, that one would think he couldn't hurt a fly.“No” I sniffled.His cock brushed against my pussy and I let out a gasp.He chuckled lightly.“Is this what you want Tessa?” I couldn't tell if he was playing games with me or not.I nodded my head like a little child begging for ice cream.“Do you want me to fuck you?” He teased me. “Do you want me to make your pussy wet? Wetter than it already is? Do you want me to suck your cunt until you scream?”I blushed as I thought of the possibility of him doing just that. I nodded eagerly.“Say the words Tessa” His voice turned low and dangerous. “Do you want me to do anything dirty to you princess”That's when I understood what game he was playing. He wanted me to beg.“Yes” I told him.“Yes what?” he pressed on.“Yes, please I want y
DarcyFor a week it had become a routine. My evenings were spent with Claire and sometimes they were more therapeutic than I thought. Somehow Claire had also noticed that I was always in a bad mood each evening and tried to cheer me up, she even let me have candies, chocolate candies, which tasted like they were made with love, of course, they were made from her love or given from love. But I was bored. Rhys was making me crazy. I couldn't leave the house, he didn't let me. He said I was a magnet for trouble and it wasn't entirely false.I was returning to my room when I bumped into Rhys.“Careful Tessa” his blue eyes danced to a weird rhythm, and his voice was rich as usual. For the first time, he was wearing a navy blue shirt and it did too well to complement his skin and those eyes. His hair called out to me and I tried not to think of how much I had dug my hands into it while he pumped into me.His blue eyes danced with mischief and I realized I had been starting- inappropriatel
Unknown“It's not a real marriage, I mean not a marriage out of love. It's a contract marriage” The blonde in front of me stated, she was grinning from ear to ear as if everything were just fine and dandy despite her previous words. ‘Not a real marriage.' Her words echoed in my mind as I continued to stare at the blonde’s face. It couldn't be possible that such a beautiful creature was a liar. “How do you know this?” I asked with my mouth slightly agape. Not because I doubted her words, but rather because I wanted confirmation of her claims. Her grin widened “From a reliable source and I can't tell you that” She leaned forward and whispered into my ear. “But I'm pretty sure it would get messy... fast” She laughed evily.“But this doesn't make any sense, they look so in love? Why a contract marriage?” I asked her again, even more confused now than before.She shrugged “If she's that desperate for money she might think that being married will solve that problem? I don't really unders
Darcy "What the hell do you think you're doing!" The sharp bark behind me caused me to whirl around too fast, and the mug I had been reaching for slipped out of my grasp and went tumbling to the ground. I let out a startled squeal, jumping away as the mug crashed to the ground. "Darcy, are you alright?" Cora cried, racing forward to pull me away from the wreckage. "Oh my God, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean for that to happen," to my embarrassment, tears started to fill my eyes again. I blamed it on the hormones. Ever since I had gotten pregnant, I could go from laughing to sobbing in the space of seconds. I couldn't wait to have this baby and finally be myself again. "It's alright, just take a seat," my husband's stunning business associate said with a small smile, ushering me onto a kitchen stool. I stared at the fragments of ceramic, "I should clean that up before it hurts someone." She stared at me like I had grown a second head, "What are the maids for?" Before I could say a...
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